A few days later, on a Monday morning, Emma came downstairs for school wearing a short-sleeved shirt.
She’d worn short sleeves before, of course. Hundreds of times. All her life.
But this time was different.
She wasn’t tugging at the hem of the sleeves. She wasn’t crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn’t glancing down at her forearms every few seconds to see if anybody was looking.
She just grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl, slung her backpack over one shoulder, and headed for the door.
“Love you, Mom!”
“Love you too, honey.”
I stood at the kitchen window and watched her walk down the driveway to the bus stop. She was swinging her arms. Talking to her friend Maddie, who lives three houses down. Laughing at something.
Not covering her mouth.
Then I turned around and looked at the refrigerator.
The portrait was hanging there now. Emma had gotten an A on it. Her teacher had written across the top in red pen: “Beautiful work. You can feel the joy.”
In the drawing, I was laughing with my whole face. Big teeth and all.
I stood there in my kitchen in my bathrobe and looked at it for a long time.
I thought about a fifteen-year-old girl at the county fair, pressing her lips together for a picture by the Ferris wheel. I thought about all the years she spent with her hand over her mouth. All the birthday pictures. All the Christmas cards. The wedding photos where she looked like she was keeping a secret.
And I thought about my daughter, sitting on the edge of the bathtub with a razor in her hand.
She’d been on the edge of carrying the same thing I carried. For years. Maybe forever.
But she didn’t.
She put the razor down.
Daniel came into the kitchen behind me, tying his tie. He saw what I was looking at. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder.
“You okay?” he asked.
“I’m good,” I said.
And I smiled. Mouth wide open. Big front teeth and all.
For the first time in weeks, my daughter had walked out of our house without trying to hide any part of herself.
And for the first time in about thirty years, so had I.
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